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was Friday night. Others had seen that ghost, but they were all Mexicans; now that a โ€œwhiteโ€ man of Johnny's undisputed calibre had been so honored Dent's skepticism wavered and he had something to think about for days to come. True, Johnny was not a Greaser; but even ghosts might make mistakes once in a while.

Hopalong laughed, dismissing the subject from his mind as being beneath further comment. โ€œWell, we won't argueโ€”I'm too tired. An' I'm sorry you got that eye, Dent.โ€

โ€œOh, that's all right,โ€ hastily assured the store-keeper, smiling faintly. โ€œI was just spoiling for a fight, an' now I've had it. Feels sort of good. Yes, first thing in the morningโ€”breakfast'll be ready soon as you are. Good-night.โ€

But the proprietor couldn't sleep. Finally he arose and tiptoed into the room where Johnny lay wrapped in the sleep of the exhausted. After cautious and critical inspection, which was made hard because of his damaged eye, he tiptoed back to his bunk, shaking his head slowly. โ€œHe wasn't drunk,โ€ he muttered. โ€œHe saw that ghost all right; an' I'll bet everything I've got on it!โ€

At daybreak three quarrelling punchers rode homeward and after a monotonous journey arrived at the bunk house and reported. It took them two nights adequately to describe their experiences to an envious audience. The morning after the telling of the ghost story things began to happen. Red starting it by erecting a sign.

NOTISEโ€”NO GHOSTS ALOWED

An exuberant handful of the outfit watched him drive the last nail and step back to admire his work, and the running fire of comment covered all degrees of humor, and promised much hilarity in the future at the expense of the only man on the Bar-20 who had seen a ghost.

In a week Johnny and his acute vision had become a bye-word in that part of the country and his friends had made it a practice to stop him and gravely discuss spirit manifestations of all kinds. He had thrashed Wood Wright and been thrashed by Sandy Lucas in two beautiful and memorable fights and was only waiting to recover from the last affair before having the matter out with Rich Finn. These facts were beginning to have the effect he strove for; though Cowan still sold a new concoction of gin, brandy, and whiskey which he called โ€œFlying Ghost,โ€ and which he proudly guaranteed would show more ghosts per drink than any liquor south of the Rio Grandeโ€”and some of his patrons were eager to back up his claims with real money.

This was the condition of affairs when Hopalong Cassidy strolled into Cowan's and forgot his thirst in the story being told by a strange Mexican. It was Johnny's ghost, without a doubt, and when he had carelessly asked a few questions he was convinced that Johnny had really seen something. On the way home he cogitated upon it and two points challenged his intelligence with renewed insistence: the ghost showed itself only on Friday, and then only to โ€œGreasers.โ€ His suspicious mind would not rest until he had reviewed the question from all sides, and his opinion was that there was something more than spiritual about the ghost of the San Miguelโ€”and a cold, practical reason for it.

When he rode into the corral at the ranch he saw that another sign had been put on the corral wall. He had destroyed the first, speaking his mind in full at the time. He swept his gloved hand upward with a rush, tore the flimsy board from its fastenings, broke it to pieces across his saddle, and tossed the fragments from him. He was angry, for he had warned the outfit that they were carrying the joke too far, that Johnny was giving way to hysterical rage more frequently, and might easily do something that they all would regret. And he felt sorry for the Kid; he knew what Johnny's feelings were and he made up his mind to start a few fights himself if the persecution did not cease. When he stepped into the bunk house and faced his friends they listened to a three-minute speech that made them squirm, and as he finished talking the deep voice of the foreman endorsed the promises he had just heard made, for Buck had entered the gallery without being noticed. The joke had come to an end.

When Johnny rode in that evening he was surprised to find Hopalong waiting for him a short distance from the corral and he replied to his friend's gesture by riding over to him. โ€œWhat's up now?โ€ he asked.

โ€œCome along with me. I want to talk to you for a few minutes,โ€ and Hopalong led the way toward the open, followed by Johnny, who was more or less suspicious. Finally Hopalong stopped, turned, and looked his companion squarely in the eyes. โ€œKid, I'm in dead earnest. This ain't no fool jokeโ€”now you tell me what that ghost looked like, how he acted, an' all about it. I mean what I say, because now I know that you saw something. If it wasn't a ghost it was made to look like one, anyhow. Now go ahead.โ€

โ€œI've told you a dozen times already,โ€ retorted Johnny, his face flushing. โ€œI've begged you to believe me an' told you that I wasn't fooling. How do I know you ain't now? I'm not going to tellโ€”โ€

โ€œHold on; yes, you are. Yo're going to tell it slow, an' just like you saw it,โ€ Hopalong interrupted hastily. โ€œI know I've doubted it, but who wouldn't! Wait a minuteโ€”I've done a heap of thinking in the past few days an' I know that you saw a ghost. Now, everybody knows that there ain't no such thing as ghosts; then what was it you saw? There's a game on, Kid, an' it's a dandy; an' you an' me are going to bust it up an' get the laugh on the whole blasted crowd, from Buck to Cowan.โ€

Johnny's suspicions left him with a rush, for his old Hoppy was one man in a thousand, and when he spoke like that, with such sharp decision, Johnny knew what it meant. Hopalong listened intently and when the short account was finished he put out his hand and smiled.

โ€œWe're the fools, Kid; not you. There's something crooked going on in that canyon, an' I know it! But keep mum about what we think.โ€

Johnny lost his grouch so suddenly and beamed upon his friends with such a superior air that they began to worry about what was in the wind. The suspense wore on them, for with Hopalong's assistance, Johnny might spring some game on them all that would more than pay up for the fun they had enjoyed at his expense; and the longer the suspense lasted the worse it became. They never lost sight of him while he was around and Hopalong had to endure the same surveillance; and it was no uncommon thing to see small groups of the anxious men engaged in deep discussion. When they found that Buck must have been told and noticed his smile was as fixed as Hopalong's or Johnny's, they were certain that trouble of some nature was in store for them.

Several weeks later Buck Peters drew rein and waited for a stranger to join him.

โ€œHowdy. Is yore name Peters?โ€ asked the newcomer, sizing him up in one trained glance.

โ€œWell, who are you, an' what do you want?โ€

โ€œI want to see Peters, Buck Peters. That yore name?โ€

โ€œYes; what of it?โ€

โ€œMy name's Fox. Old Jim Lane gave me a message

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